Journeyed all week working toward this spot, so what main thing matters, what plain thing matters most?
Weekend quiet times, quiet places – sometime inside a noisy crowd – brain slows, I let its guard down, peaceful thought shows, flows. Stare-out-window plans unfold while traffic jams and clocks click as swiftly as they did all week.
Focused on un-multitasking, singular focus, tuning everything else out so best thoughts, best work, show up on that page, solve some problem or make transactions worthwhile.
One thing, undistracted, focused …
Confusing yet delightful experience – interview yesterday for upcoming issue of FACILITYCalgary Conversations – meeting someone for the first time, prying into his life with general questions and nosy probes too, socially superficial conversation wrapped around questions designed to reach deep, to reveal essence of someone. Each time I think I get better at it. Each time I learn so much about that person – perhaps about myself too because I reveal what it is I am most curious about.
How he, or we, got from there – back then, back there, where we came from – and how we got to here, now, who we are . . . and how we are.
Can’t help wonder if what I ask or write causes joy or harm. Can’t know which destination will bring my best experience around, when long pauses punctuate noise like a squeaky hinge punctuates silence.
Now here, find it queer because I love to work while others play, want to sleep while others work and work while others sleep – don’t know if my world turned upside down or if I am on the wrong side of earth.
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: -3C/27F, feels like everything will melt any moment now – slippery and mucky to my chagrin and Gusta’s grin, thin overcast with sun burning through …